[It's not an exaggeration to say that Ai felt more than out of her depth. She was the only human among this particular group of androids and while one DPD police officer gives her a raised brow, he doesn't question it and ushered the cluster to an unoccupied viewing area. The spot feels cut-off compared to the other areas they were in and Ai had a sneaking suspicion it was meant to be that way even though there were a few other humans nearby. But none of the androids seemed to mind and took their seats on various surfaces. Some around the stone ledge of the plants, some simply opt to stand. She takes a seat herself, putting her paint box and sketchbook on her lap. It felt awkward and judging by their blinking LED lights, they were speaking amongst themselves.
Ai looks up at the night sky, thinking about how this was the view Connor and deviated androids look at every day of their lives. But did they ever truly see? And now that this was a small but a significant celebration of their newfound freedoms, a promise of a better future, how would they grow from there? And in her heart, she wondered if Connor would have to remain here so that he could progress further; even if he found fulfillment spending his days with her, not worrying about being an android, maybe it wasn't meant to last.
Thoughts swimming in her head, Ai begins to hum under her breath and then sing the first few verses of "Wonderwall" by Oasis. The child android had been looking at the psychic girl thoughtfully and unexpectedly taps her on the shoulder and Ai looks at him blinking.]
That's a nice song. It's old, right? A human one.
... Yes. It is pretty old...
[The child smiles. He tugs on the shirt of his guardian, another android who had been carrying a violin case. And without meaning to, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, human and machines begin talking to one another. She learns their story; one was a music instructor for a wealthy family and the child was a playmate in another household. Various circumstances had led them to deviate and find each other even in the chaos of the android revolution. A makeshift family. They found refuge in music, both new and old, using that to comfort one another. Ai nods, listening intently. They ask her where she's from, and she rightly says California. The child droid seems to enjoy her knowledge of some old human classics and finally asks Ai:]
Can you sing something else? I can sing and he can play! He's really good at picking up tunes, so whatever you sing, he'll know it!
I don't know—
You're lost, right? Maybe the person who's looking for ya will hear you instead. Think of it as helping out!
[The child's bright eager eyes and the amused expression of his guardian breaks down Ai's doubts. So within minutes, the quiet spot of mostly androids begins to thrum with its own life with violin strings and at first a single voice, then two. Sometimes it's a chorus. Throughtout it all, Ai's singing is prominent and she begins to loosen up, swaying with some of the androids who begin to show more emotion, something akin to amusement and entertainment. Some DPD members glance over at the group of androids, but seeing that there's no harm being done, they stand at their post.
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Ai looks up at the night sky, thinking about how this was the view Connor and deviated androids look at every day of their lives. But did they ever truly see? And now that this was a small but a significant celebration of their newfound freedoms, a promise of a better future, how would they grow from there? And in her heart, she wondered if Connor would have to remain here so that he could progress further; even if he found fulfillment spending his days with her, not worrying about being an android, maybe it wasn't meant to last.
Thoughts swimming in her head, Ai begins to hum under her breath and then sing the first few verses of "Wonderwall" by Oasis. The child android had been looking at the psychic girl thoughtfully and unexpectedly taps her on the shoulder and Ai looks at him blinking.]
That's a nice song. It's old, right? A human one.
... Yes. It is pretty old...
[The child smiles. He tugs on the shirt of his guardian, another android who had been carrying a violin case. And without meaning to, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, human and machines begin talking to one another. She learns their story; one was a music instructor for a wealthy family and the child was a playmate in another household. Various circumstances had led them to deviate and find each other even in the chaos of the android revolution. A makeshift family. They found refuge in music, both new and old, using that to comfort one another. Ai nods, listening intently. They ask her where she's from, and she rightly says California. The child droid seems to enjoy her knowledge of some old human classics and finally asks Ai:]
Can you sing something else? I can sing and he can play! He's really good at picking up tunes, so whatever you sing, he'll know it!
I don't know—
You're lost, right? Maybe the person who's looking for ya will hear you instead. Think of it as helping out!
[The child's bright eager eyes and the amused expression of his guardian breaks down Ai's doubts. So within minutes, the quiet spot of mostly androids begins to thrum with its own life with violin strings and at first a single voice, then two. Sometimes it's a chorus. Throughtout it all, Ai's singing is prominent and she begins to loosen up, swaying with some of the androids who begin to show more emotion, something akin to amusement and entertainment. Some DPD members glance over at the group of androids, but seeing that there's no harm being done, they stand at their post.
7 more minutes until the fireworks.]